Another day kicks off with the alarm clock going off on Rarity's side of the bed. For you, however, it hasn't quite started yet. Thankfully, as she does on every one of your work days, your girl is quick to turn it off and reset it for an extra twenty minutes. Mornings will always suck. How Rarity is so chipper at seven you'll never understand. Well, once she's had her shower and done up her mane proper, of course. Even she's groggy right out the gate.

The clock goes off again in what feels like only a handful of seconds. Groaning, you crawl across the bed, face still in pillows, and swat a few times before finding the noisy device. Time to get up. Still, staring at nothing for a minute while you let your brain turn on is just as productive. A deep breath and a good stretch of the back as you sit up on the edge of the bed is probably a bit better as far as productivity goes.

As you enter the bathroom, you give Rarity a quick peck on the cheek while she sits drying off in her trademark bath robe. Her cheek is such an easy target when it has a toothbrush in it.

"Morning, baby," you say. She hums a greeting in return.

Though right now, it's time to hop in the shower yourself. Losing your boxers, you turn on the faucet and don't have to wait too long for the water to heat up before you can climb in. Good thing Rarity doesn't really take terribly long ones. Will you need one? How's the stubble?

Ehhh, short enough. A shave can probably wait until tomorrow morning. So much easier in there than at the sink. Hopefully Rarity won't care much, but she doesn't seem to mind most of your 'rugged' five-o-clock shadows – unless you're going out that night. That's not the case tonight.

With girlish soaps and scents overtaking your skin and hair, the dainty mare is finishing up outside. After spitting out a mouthful of cleansing water and replacing her toothbrush, she begins to head back to the bedroom to sit down at her vanity and work on her face, but your silhouette from behind the shower curtain stops her. As she stares and stares, she eventually finds herself biting her lip and clenching up her hind legs. Hm. Wasn't usually so early that she'd be in the mood – at least, not so...fervently.

No, no. Just as you have to head to your relatively new job, she has things to do today herself. While she always loved your company around Carousel Boutique, it was understandable that you wanted to get out a bit more, see if you could maybe make a few extra bits out in town somewhere, maybe make a few more acquaintances. She was essentially your sugar momma, and as awesome as that was, it wasn't really you. You knew you could pull your weight better than just loafing and assisting occasionally with her fabrics and products, and now that you were at Quills and Sofas for a few months, pulling weight was becoming a routine thing. Was awful cool of Davenport to hook you up.

Rarity shakes off the lust, heads through the doorway and plops down on the small chair across from her pampering station. Looking over herself, she decides to start at the eyelashes. Fairly typical. Grabbing a nearby hair brush in light blue luminescence, she removes the towel on her head and folds it neatly, setting it to the side. Eh, her mane was still a bit wet, as she figured, but it was so convenient being able to tackle multiple bits of care at once.

After finishing her work on her lashes, she moves onto some eye shadow and then the powder puff. At least three dozen brush strokes are already under her belt when she hears the water turn off and pauses what she was doing. A few moments later, you hobble over to the bathroom mirror, right in her sight, and get started on brushing your own teeth, your custom oversize towel wrapped around your waist. It was already damp after patting yourself down.

A coy smirk swept across her face. Your towel glows, slips itself off, and teasingly slaps your butt. Your sexy mare winks your way and you wiggle your nose back at her. Silly pony.

No reason to keep yourself wrapped up now, so you drape the rag lazily over the counter next to you and return to brushing your teeth, unaware that Rarity is gawking at you again. It's nothing she hasn't seen before, so why does she seem so mesmerized by your nudity today?

It takes some effort to turn back toward the vanity. With eyes closed, she tries to shake off the desire with some deep, soothing breaths. Unfortunately, the effect is very minimal. She squirms and fidgets in her chair, never seeming to get very comfortable. Whatever was bugging her so badly she could simply distract herself from with some more mane brushing. Yeah, that's it. Besides, she hadn't quite finished, so there was that.

Your footsteps steal her attention as you head to the dresser next to her and grab a fresh pair of boxers before heading into the closet. A somewhat concerned yet accurate question twists her stomach.

"You're awful quiet this morning. You okay?"

"O-Oh, yes! I'm fine. Just...thinking of some designs a few clients wanted me to put together in the next few days. A couple said they wanted rush jobs," Rarity argues.

Though she isn't being completely honest with you, she's not exactly lying either. Last week seemed particularly busy for her. The two of you barely had a chance to spend much time together with all the orders she had suddenly been getting.

"I haven't seen it so busy around here since I started living here. There some kind of holiday or something coming up?

"Not that I'm aware. Shouldn't be."

"Huh. Well, hey, whatever. Making some decent money is always nice," you say as you return with shoes in hand. A loose, light green t-shirt and some denim shorts should do today. Good thing there isn't any strict dress code at work for you to worry about. Still need socks though.

The said footwear waits in the same dresser as your underwear did and takes you past Rarity again. The flummoxed mare is back to looking you over like a starving pony would a buffet, complete with the licking of her lips. You toss the shoes onto the floor, but finally notice her big, beautiful blue eyes and chuckle to yourself. "What? You sure you okay?"

Her reply comes after a pregnant pause, your eyes never parting. She suddenly hops off her little bench and practically climbs up your chest like she's trying to scale the highest mountain, clawing her hooves into your neck as if her life depended on it. You barely have time to react to what's happening when you're forced into one of the most passionate kisses she's ever shared. Jeez, a little warning next time!

Not that the excitement isn't welcome! While she's winning easily in the battle of twisting tongues, a strong set of hands has latched onto her, one on her back, the other sliding under her robe and tightly grabbing onto her ass. A deep groan gives her approval. Her tail's towel brushes against you, making you almost instinctively tear it off and lob it aside.

Rarity breaks the kiss, practically heaving, and nearly tears your shirt off as she pulls it over your head. Your shorts have already gotten tight, making them and the boxers a bit cumbersome to pull off with any kind of grace. The job still gets done, revealing how at attention you are. After briefly fumbling at the bathrobe's knot, all while numerous pecks hit their marks, the damp garment comes undone. Rarity lifts her limbs for you and the robe flies away to some other part of the room. The making out returns with as much aggression as before.

The carnal mare couldn't even be bothered to lift her seat away with a thought, preferring to shove it violently out of the way with a hind leg as she drags you the few steps back to her vanity. Without a bit of concern for her make-up, creams or mirrors, Rarity sits up on her small table, knocking just about everything out of the way. Glass bottles falling over, rattling, and various kits landing on the floor are paid absolutely no mind. The instant she's moderately comfortable, her legs spread.

Her hooves never leave your neck, and your eyes never break away when your lips do again. Her gaze your way is equal parts fierce and aroused. You're lucky your clothes were all she tore off with such a frighteningly ravenous appearance. Without looking, you reach below and dive inside her. An impassioned sigh erupts from her lungs, and she throws her head back against the center mirror. A single thrust is all that's needed to bury your cock to the hilt – and to be drenched in her juices. That certainly didn't take long...maybe not ever this fast!

You didn't need to be told that taking your time was not wanted this morning. Your hips crash into hers over and over with increasing impact, every other collision with her clit causing her to shake and groan loudly in ecstasy. She pulls your head into her neck, squeezing you tight. You need to pull back just slightly so as not to choke – only to find yourself in another battle with her lips. Losing to passion, your hand leaves her back and grabs her head, your fingers peeking through her wet mane. If you weren't going anywhere, neither was she, and she was more than fine with that. Your other arm reaches around her hips to keep her in place to help piledrive your way into her hole; you weren't about to let that pussy slide away across the table top. Several of the vanity's drawers were doing a number sliding themselves out of place. That was fine.

Unfortunately, the mirrors voiced their disapproval, banging against the wall as you continued to fuck. It starts off clumsy, but you manage to get your hands under her cheeks and hoist her off the vanity. Rarity continued to hold on tight while you collapsed a bit harder than you'd wanted onto your knees, laying her onto the floor and separating. Finally she let's go, instead pawing at your stomach and loose, slick manhood. Breathing nearly as hard as your mare was now, you grab her shoulder and aggressively roll her onto her stomach. With as seemingly insatiable as she was acting, it seemed like the perfect time for a little extra something you two haven't done in a little while. Her legs instinctively part again. Such a delicious sight, both her holes pulsing with desire. A few of her drops even begin to stain the floor.

Your dick was more than lubed up thanks to Rarity's honey pot. You could use your tongue for an extra bit of fun, but that could slow things down. Not today.

Taking her dock and lifting her tail out of the way, her back door beckons. Your free hand guides your tip in, pushing firmly. The rest of the head slips in with little resistance.

"Oh yes, violate me!" Rarity snarls through her teeth.

A few steady pelvic stabs was all that was needed for your balls to push up against Rarity's slit. Her belly quakes with each slippery thrust, and her face slumps onto the carpet as your weight pounds into her. She hasn't stopped grunting and moaning with every collision. You almost worry for a moment that someone may somehow hear her from outside and down a floor with how loud she's gotten. Almost.

Challenging the rug to burn your elbows and knees, you lean in over salacious mare. Taking her chin, you pull back her head and find each other's eyes again. After caressing her long neck a single time, she closes her eyes and rewards you, taking a few fingers into her mouth and suckling on them, her head never moving away from yours.

Soon, you hiss rapidly through your teeth. Her heart quickens as does your pace. The slight bit of pain Rarity feels is dwarfed by the waves of pleasure building inside her.

"Yeah, cum with me, baby!"

The moment arrives. Your full weight falls onto her quivering body, and your nethers twitch and spasm deep in her ass, flooding her with a white ocean. The designer's lungs euphorically explode. Her orgasm eventually subsides, allowing her face to flop onto the carpet. It did nothing to help her catch her breath.

Little by little, you soften up and fall from her winking hole. Before you stand though, Rarity receives a tender kiss on her cheek. Fuck, it feels like it's been forever. Just as fantastic – and pulse-pounding – as ever!

"I'm...gonna clean up and finish heading to work," you mumble, adding a chuckle. "You want some help?"

...Well, you're not sure what she just babbled, but the lazy wave of her hoof seems to indicate that she's okay. Another lovely part you must take in your hand and smooch, eliciting a happy hum from the exhausted mare. Jeez, she's making no effort to get up at all...or move, for that matter.

Back in the bathroom, a lonely washcloth sat on the rim of the tub. That'll do. Need to scrub yourself off after such a fun event. The warm water feels pretty nice too. Even after a few minutes of washing, your sweetheart still hasn't budged.

Once your clothes are corralled from around the room and put back on, you ask one last time, "You want me to bring you inside? Help you clean up?"

"Mmrrnnnn-no, I'm okay."

"Want me to put your make-up back in order orrrr...?"

She tiredly smiles up at you, her head never lifting off the floor. "I'll get it, hon."

You shrug. "Okay. I'll toss the washcloth in the hamper downstairs, wash it later for you."

The dressmaker nods. "Alright. Have a good day at work, sweetie."

You blow her one last kiss on the way out. So you're a little later out the door than usual. It was for a good reason! Just skip a section or two in the morning paper when you visit the coffee shop on the way to the furniture store. No big loss. Actually, no loss at all. Who are you kidding?

However, while you're just sitting down to enjoy a morning snack half a town over, Rarity is only starting to hoist herself off the floor nearly twenty minutes later. At least her mane and tail are finally dry albeit frizzy from the lack of usual care. Despite nearly wobbling off her hooves a couple times, she makes it to the toilet, snagging a towel on the way, and flops onto the seat. Sure, she was a little grossed out the first couple times you had left a wad inside her exit, but she had come to love it over the many months. Perhaps seeing you do it to Pinkie Pie when the three of you went out that evening a little while back helped.

...Alright, it definitely helped. If only she knew how hot something so nasty was back then. Fortunately for the both of you, she was a fast learner and very appreciative.

Finally, her heart returned to normal. A few more minutes was needed for her to be emptied out though. Jeez, did you ever let loose this morning. Though, so did she.

A warm, damp towel made cleaning up her area a bit rough. Every time she grazed her clit, even on accident, she was about ready to burst again. The heck was going on? She enjoyed fooling around with you immensely, but if a rag was starting to get her off again after being ravaged the way she just was, something was up. Was she...coming down with something? Was there something to come down with in such a...specific manner?

She needed to calm down. Thankfully, anything sticky and potentially fur-matting was finally off and out of her. As she sloshed through the bedroom, ready to tackle to day that started over an hour ago, Rarity took a moment to attack the small stain the two of you left on the rug. It was stubborn, having already set in some, but it eventually came undone.

The towel was joining its smaller half in the laundry later.

However, there was still the matter of her hair that she needed to tend to first. Fortunately, with her mane and tail now dry, it wasn't too bad fixing herself up. Her make-up also needed a few touches, but that too was fairly quick and easy. It also gives her a chance to replace the bench and put everything back in place like she said she would. A pair of fallen drawers and their spilled contents causes a smirk of annoyance, but magic makes such things trivial to deal with. Just how hard were the two of you getting it on? Criminy.

With her beauty on after several more minutes, she heads down the stairs and ditches the soiled cloth with its brethren. Did she ever need something to eat; she was utterly starving! However, before she could reach anywhere near the stove or the fridge, the calendar on the wall catches her eye, making her skid to a halt.

It indicates that mares' 'season' could have started two days ago.

"Wait, season began?! Oh, wonderful. That certainly explains why I acted the way I did this morning. Can't believe that time of year is already upon us. Though it does explain all the silky and lacy orders placed last week," she observed, tapping her chin. Her worries shift into playful wiggles. "Eh, I have a feeling he's not going to mind much...I think. I hope I don't hurt him. Unless he wants me to! Though he never really expressed any interest in such things." She blinks and shakes off the nonsense. "Breakfast, Rarity. Breakfast."